Last Cigarette Saints

(hmmmm-mm) Woke up at noon with a fire in my chest

One dry cigarette, I'm ignoring the rest

My boots are still on and my pockets are dry

Who was that girl with the storm in her eye?

Trying to piece together

yesterday's sin

But the engines are roaring and the gears turn again

Oh, the ballad of Mike Honcho,

running on steam

Cocaine and whiskey and a wild woman's dream

Ride till the wheels melt into the clay

We do it all night

just to die the next day

Sunlight is burning like a hole in my head

With a flask on the table and a stranger in bed

If the law comes a-knocking we're out the back door

My bike is my church and the highway's my floor

Just to do it all again...

(yeah, yeah)